You, my dear society,
Judge my every move.
I’m a freak, I’m stupid.
Everything you disapprove.
I don’t want to be mindless.
A slave, one of the crowd.
But you won’t stop until my eyes are lifeless.
My dreams live where the Marigolds grow,
And my soul follows strong in suit.
I think they’re too far gone now.
Try as I might I won’t get them back.
But I don’t want to give up this fight.
I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.
And so my future i’ll continue to write.
These "Would You Rathers" are small, but they're meant to start debates. Debates, not arguments! Anyways, here's the first one: "In a mystery novel, would you rather have a friend by your side helping you while risking his/her own life... ...or would you rather have your friend safe at home counting on you to solve the mystery and come out safely?"
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